****My phone was buzzing again. Messages from different people came in from different social platforms, some congratulatory and others shrouded in envy over the fact that I had snagged a rich and dashingly handsome man. All this was overwhelming because before a few days ago I did not know this man existed and now that I had gotten engaged to him, I realized he was well known but for what exactly? I still had not googled him to find out about it. It always skipped my mind. I scrolled through the blogs and found some hateful comments, I shut my eyes and grimaced after reading through a few of them. My phone was taken out of my hand the next minute. I stared at him weakly, I had no energy to argue with him, it was just too exhausting. "I'll advise that you do not read through comments on anything out there. It's not good for you." He said gently but I was already so frustrated that his gentleness irked me. It ca

"Ariana?" I heard my name called out faintly, like it was from a distance. My eyes blurred due to the excess light that came through so suddenly. I slowly opened them and was met with Stella's pretty face. "Seems like I'm always waking you up." She said with a tinge of embarrassment on her face. Is it okay to call my future mother in law cute? Cause she's absolutely adorable. I sheepishly smiled at the thought. "Hi," I said groggily just as my hair fell over my face when I sat up. She pushed it out of my way and sat next to me. "How are you sweetie?" "I'm well, how are you?" I answered. "I'm alright." "Your flight?" I asked. "It was just okay." I gave a small shrug. "I heard you came, so I came to check on you." She informed and I grinned. "Awww, that's sweet." She smiled. "Since we have so little time, I have to inform you that we'll be going shopping tomorrow." "Oh." I mouthed. "Where's Damien?" She asked, looking around like she expected him to be around here somewh

Ariana's POV; "And this is the last spot, what do you think?" That was Marissa. I had spent about a week in Los Angeles at the time and I still had not seen Damien. We had been out all day searching for a suitable reception venue. One that would be somewhat close to the church where we would exchange vows. We had a church in mind but Damien and I had to meet the Reverend first. I stood in the middle of the grand ballroom. "I'm not feeling it." I said after a while. I truly wasn't. The hall could take up a large number of guests, it had bright chandeliers, it was everything any bride would wish for but I still was not feeling it. "What's wrong Ariana? Are you getting cold feet?" She asked concernedly, placing her palm on my shoulder comfortingly. I exhaled. How was I supposed to say that I did not want this marriage but I didn't have a choice in it? There was nothing I could say to her. I shook my head at her, swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat, I asked; "

 We got the shoes and jewelry picked out without too much deliberation, it only took about an hour to decide. An hour is actually a very small time to decide on these things and we pulled it off with ease. That, my friend, was a proud moment.I tried on the first dress. A beaded ball gown with a high waistline and plunging neckline. It showed too much cleavage and was just too heavy for me to walk in. I came out of the fancy dressing room and Stella gasped as soon as she laid her eyes on me. She got up and walked aound me. "You look..." She was short of words. She stared up at me and surely saw the uncertainty in my eyes because she regained her composure immediately. "I'm not feeling this one." I said hesitantly. "I understand." She nodded. Tracy just stared without saying anything at all. What was the point of having her around if she would not even contribute anything. I missed Fiona's presence e

The next few days went by in a blur. I spent quality time with my dad but more with Nolan. I had so much fun and was genuinely happy to have them around. Our pre wedding photos were released two days to the wedding. As usual the internet went into a frenzy, I legit had to put off my phone for a while. The photos came out beautiful, I expected nothing less though. We looked so perfect together, one would wish for what we had but there was nothing to it. It was all an illusion. I had a small bridal shower with the girls, Stella as well as Tracy joined in the small party and we all binged on movies in matching pajamas with lots of snacks and drinks. Mine was pink while everyone else had grey pajamas on. Stella went all out on this one. The pictures and videos we took must have filled Fiona's phone. They all fell asleep late into the night while I stayed awake for obvious reasons. My wedding was the next day, I was developing cold feet, anyone in my shoes would. I had always dreamed